“I’d like to stay,” he said finally. “I don’t know how advisable it is, but I’d like to stay.” “Thank you.” I closed my eyes again. “I wish I hurt more so that you’d have to do more aftercare.” “Aftercare is more than pain management, Isolde,” he said. “What would you like?” “I don’t know,” I said, still dizzy and tingling. Endorphins, maybe. I was high on them. “I just want you with me.”
